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Sarah Peracha Dec 2017
Icy days and nights,
No summer warms,
No fragrance of green, lush grass,
Close to the sky,
But far from the loved ones,
Rigged battlefield mired with
decades of bloodshed and frustration,
Long blotted the history of the
subcontinent with the deaths of thousands;
Loosing their lives in the warfare!
Poetry by Nida Mahmoed
Sarah Peracha Jan 2015
The mornings on the balcony veiled with rose mist,
How soft view comes while standing over Balcony besides you,
How soft view comes while standing over Balcony besides you,

My feet’s could touch your feet’s,
My hands could feel the warmth of your palms,

We often said imperishable things,
The morning’s shines just make your face more glowing,

How splendid the dawns are on warm mornings,
How deep space is! How potent is your heart,

When I wrap you in mine arms, then your shyness make me vigorous,
I breathed my soul perfume in your blood,
How splendid the dawns are on warm mornings,

I know the art of evoking happy moments,
But will you give me another chance?

Without you the balcony is like a hell empty,
My mornings start from your glance,
My nights end while embracing you,

I know the art of evoking happy moments,
And live again our past, my head laid on your shoulders,
My feet touch yours while standing on Balcony,

Come near for my love to wear,
Come near for giving a life to our empty balcony!
Poetry by: Nida Mahmoed
Voice Over by: Sarah Peracha
Video Link: https://vimeo.com/112700506

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